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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 10/09/2026

#poetry #photo Like a reflection on water, every bond is fleeting. I belong to no city, no one. Freedom asks an exorbitant price, and I have never learned to live any other way than paying it.

A calm water mirror reflecting the surrounding buildings.

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Nicki @ickisthemeatfairy.bsky.social · 05/09/2026

I walk empty halls Hoping you're haunting them still But there's no one here #haiku #poetry #writesky #writing #writersofbluesky

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 27/08/2026

#poetry Blood of my blood, a few hours, a few days, then you’ll leave again. Your mother chose her career; I have no place there. So I’ll wait for your call at night, hold on until the next holiday, smile for you, and hide my tears.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 10/08/2026

#photo #poetry Golden light upon the corn, A quiet sky, a day reborn. Whispers dance where warm winds flow, And sunset paints the fields aglow.

Sunset, blue sky, fire lights, corn field

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 22/07/2026

#poetry #Dour Day breaks, or does the night find us first? What matters, the beginning or the end? I fall asleep, I emerge again, in alcohol haze and ecstasy’s mist. Through the bliss of connection, music shakes my body, awakening the soul I thought was dead.

One of the campings in Dour festival 2026, night coming or sun rising ?

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 29/06/2026

#poetry Chartres leans into blue, a stone rocket dreaming. I walk beyond maps, where deep space blooms, an LSD whisper without the drug: cathedrals become galaxies, and every star is a door I’ve yet to open.

Low-angle photograph of Chartres Cathedral rising against a vivid cloudly
blue sky, its Gothic spires reaching like a launchpad into deep space.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 27/06/2026

#poetry Scorched stem, still a sprout. Cracked heart, soft start. Tears tremble, yet hope hums. From ash to green, From ache to bloom I choose to trust the sun won't steal every spring. I'll dare love again.

A dead plant. Burned by sun. With a tiny green new part.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 23/05/2026

#photo #poetry The only jail’s the dark in your head, cold iron made of fear and regret. Love’s a drunk fight in a backstreet rain, kissin’ bruises, dancin’ with pain. After every broken dream we crawl, still mad enough to love through it all.

Part of a building (windows and walls) viewed through a mettalic store, creating a "jail" effect.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 18/05/2026

#photo #poetry I weave through nights like a lonely spider’s art, Thin silver threads from my aching heart. I crave your touch, your fire above. A fragile soul still starved for love.

A mosaic spider. Mosaic words "Besoin d'" and an heart Meaning "need love".

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 17/05/2026

#photo #poetry My heart rushed headlong into the fight, torn between longing and memory. An angel pulls one end, a soldier the other. Pierced through, it bleeds in silence for the arrow that wounds it is the same that keeps it alive.

Urban art. A red stylised heart, with an arrow in it. On the left a solder, on the right a small angel (cherub), each one holding/pulling the arrow.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 16/05/2026

#photo #poetry From dawn where roses blush red to the green night beneath the stars, your fragrance will linger around me soft as memory, endless as the sky.

Urban piece (street art) depicting a young child wearing a medical-style face mask, smelling a rose. In front of them, a tree-shaped rose bush with dark green foliage bears six large red roses.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 14/05/2026

#photo #poetry Beneath Montpellier’s pale tree, night drinks the last breath of hope. Each window flickers a dying vigil upon the abyss. Black grows the White Tree, awaiting the fall of its leaves, while silence descends like a raven upon the soul.

Night pic of a building in Montpellier named "L'arbre blanc" (the white tree). Round shape with balconies on many levels/deep creating a strange result.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 11/05/2026

#photo #poetry This morning I saw a snail, bright, I snapped a photograph outright. It may sound foolish, dull, or slight, To me it felt like pure delight: The world looked beautiful tonight.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 11/05/2026

#photo #poetry Ce matin j’ai vu un escargot, Aussitôt j’ai pris une photo. Cela peut sembler ballot, voire sot, Pour moi c’était plutôt le gros lot, De voir de nouveau le monde beau.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 10/05/2026

#photo #streetart In darkness, colors bloom like secret fires. Wine loosens the locked doors of the soul, our chakras spinning wild beneath the night. Tomorrow, dust. Tonight, we drink, we love, and burn beautifully before the dawn.

A wall poster featuring a serene woman with long wavy hair, closed eyes, and large hoop earrings. She is holding a glass of red wine in one hand and a glowing flower in the other. Her dress is half pink floral and half blue. “ZAFFERANO” text on the left side

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 08/05/2026

#photo #poetry Gates gape, shadows shape, Steps slip, silence sips. Lights line, lanes lean, Night nibbles, near unseen. Void calls, veils fall, End bends, beginning blends.

An empty alley, a row of streetlights, at night

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 06/05/2026

#photo #poetry Gold flicks fast in a fountain’s spray, Blue sky hums as the light slips away. Dark meets glow in a laughing stream, Life runs quick like a shared bright dream.

A fountain made golden by the sunset, light blue sky behind

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 04/05/2026

#photo #poetry #polyamory After a year of silence, of absence, of ache, you ask “How are you?” like yesterday lived. What do I do with it? with fear, with need, with you in my veins, and the dreams that haunt what sleep I steal?

Two square wooden pieces (one blue, the other red) with ‘Kifik’ and ‘Kifak’ written on them (‘How are you?’ in Arabic, feminine and masculine forms).

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 27/04/2026

#poetry Love’s luck lingers, lilting in light, We kiss the risk, we miss the night. Tears may trace what time unties, Yet wonder wakes in borrowed skies. We dare, we share, we swear it’s new A brighter “better,” born in blue.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 23/04/2026

#poetry #polyamory It rings again : your ghost, your name, A spark that feeds the ash and flame. I know the end, I’ve felt that knife, Yet crave the poison dressed as life. My pulse misfires : don’t pick, don’t fall ! But hunger answers every call.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 16/04/2026

#poetry #polyamory A year ago, I drowned in twin goodbyes’ cold sea, No hope, no search, yet you found me. One night we wandered, laughed in shadowed light, Shared warmth unburned till morning’s quiet. Ten months of sparks, then fear drew near. Too far, too fast. Still… thank you, my dear.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 13/04/2026

#poetry What didn’t break me forged my bones in fire, left silent rooms I never could acquire. Strength grew in scars I never asked to bear. I’d trade this steel for one soft breath of air.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 11/04/2026

#crying Sometime I just can't write a poem. Sometime I just want to sit in the dark and cry. Illustration by Hage (Bernard Hage) in "lorientlejour.com"

A three cases comic strip. In the first one a mother holding a baby, in the second one the baby, in the third one nothng. Each one with a time under (14:48, 14:49, 14:50)

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 03/04/2026

#poesy Day sinks in gold, a quiet close, A life awakes where twilight glows. One story fades to silent breath, Another dreams beyond its death. My fleeting path, so swift, so brief. Yours flows on, a boundless reef.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 30/03/2026

#poetry #love My mind still drifts in LSD dust, where your ghost glows in colored air. More than a year, and still you burn. Maybe I should stop pretending I’ll forget you. You’re in me deeper than the ink beneath my skin.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 25/03/2026

#poetry Red threads in white, then rewind, re-wound. A rush, a hush, a blushed blur. Drop by drop, memory mutes, remutes, mute. Sweet bleed, slight bliss, a kissed abyss. Heart hits, hesitates still. Last love, last lung, last lingering smile.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 24/03/2026

#poetry #polyamory n Genoa’s alley, we laughed at the dark, In Lisbon’s car, we left a fog on the heart. Montpellier’s park knew our reckless art, Cyprus ruins watched us fall apart. So many places where tears still start Strange how lost love keeps you warm.

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Ann Tigone @anntigone.bsky.social · 18/03/2026

My dear I know your love is not for me to own— I wouldn't wish to dam a river's flow, but how lovely when it rushes over me I wouldn't want to chain up the wind, but how wonderful when in its swirl I spin— your love is not for me alone, yet I feel less lonely when it touches on my soul. #poem

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 15/03/2026

#poetry #love I swear I crushed my heart to dust just to forget your name. But every stranger asks about you like you’re still written on my skin. I’d trade my past for a blackout sky just to lose myself somewhere in the future.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 14/03/2026

#poetry I crossed the border, but the bombs crossed with me. Their thunder follows my sleep. Tonight they fall again over Beirut, and I hear your voice between the sirens. How can one city carry so many tears, and still leave room for how much I miss you?

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 09/03/2026

#poetry #love In my long hush, two shadows softly speak: My Solitude and Sorrow, pale and weak. Blood of my flesh, past’s future torn apart You dwell so far, yet echo in my heart.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 01/03/2026

#poetry I gave you time, thick and slow, Warm hands, a steady glow, Safe silence, soft and low, Love meant to hold your bloom below. I could not still the scars that stay, The past that pressed its tar-black sway. I don’t blame you, I blame the day They broke your bloom, then walked away.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 27/02/2026

#poetry #love Each second spent forgetting outgrows time Endless tolling of a muted chime Each fragile step feels strange A pallid dream that fears to change Innocent cruelty, soft as a scar You leave one word then drift afar And I fall back where lost souls hiss Once more in the waiting Abyss

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 22/02/2026

#poetry #love Morning fog enfolds the world Hope veils a shy hidden sun Somewhere, paths begin as one Soft kiss shared in silver hush

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 19/02/2026

#poetry #love France lies drowned beneath the waves My heart sinks in its echo Ruin, grief, I do not care A world sans you holds me not

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 17/02/2026

#poetry #love Lost in the music’s blackened sea, Night lays its heavy hush on me. Dark chemistry floods vein and mind, Sweet venom leaves my flesh behind. I drift, a ghost of borrowed breath, Till dawn’s cold truth outstares my death. Alone, aware, undone by blame, I scream in silence thy name.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 12/02/2026

#poetry #love Already you recede, a slow, soft severing, stepping away to save me from the storm of you. My solitude, my only suit, a shroud stitched to skin. My tears, thin tin echoes in an empty room. I would have worn the wound, welcomed the ruin, bled in the hush, if only you had stayed.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 10/02/2026

#poetry #love Rain follows storm, night follows dusk, Void after nothing, shadows we trust. Black light weighs heavy, matter grown brave, Entanglement fades, gravity’s grave. Clad in infinity’s cold, we remain enslaved.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 05/02/2026

#poetry #polyamory #love Night hunts dawn in reckless flight Hearts tip, tears cling to the edge I wait for endless sleep now You fade, yet hurt me each day

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 30/01/2026

#poetry I know the miles, I feel the ache Too far to touch, too late to take I seek your pulse, warmth, grace No blame, just love’s soft, steady pace I sign for a week-end, brief, yet true Hope’s fragile thread, I’ll hold it through Not surrender, just a pause To keep our tale, not break its cause

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 28/01/2026

#poetry #love White dew flows clear beneath newborn heat; Damp dawn, a greyed day ; by a raven, memories meet. Evening sprawls endless, night aimless, thoughts crude; A song in echo, sorrow like heroin in the veins.

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Kayara Sexy Succubus @mamakayara.bsky.social · 22/01/2026

In shadows Deep A poem Written by Kaya Sonja Casanova

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 22/01/2026

#poetry #love Autumn rain sweeps sorrow down its flowing streams, Winter’s biting cold arrests the darkened past, Spring’s soft-warm breath wakes desire at last, Summer’s burn seals death, and heals our dreams.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 12/01/2026

#photo #poetry Suspended like a magic stone, Ground above air, proudly alone. Water gone, silence loud and clear, Revealed at last - ta-da! - the spell is here! ✨

A stone, used as an artificial tiny island in an waterless (empty) public park pool. The stone is like floating in the air.

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Patrick Favrel @patleon.bsky.social · 11/01/2026

#StreetArt by Helen Bur, Civitacampomarano 2023 @abcdefghelen

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 11/01/2026

#photo #poetry Down an ancient lane, night mirrors gleam, Red lights whisper a Christmas dream. Who slips inside, gifts wrapped in cheer, Or hands that steal what children fear ? Parents smile wide; the child feels dread, As shadows breathe where angels tread.

A narrow street during Xmas night, with a few xmas lights and a public light giving a yellow ambiance

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 04/01/2026

#photo #poetry Past year lies ruined; through a splintered tower, blue Cold stones remember what broke, what we’ve grown From open crown, all futures breathe, unthrown A gentle year arrives, sky wide and true blue

Blue sky between the open walls of a half destroyed medieval tower.

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